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a lone escher_ganger woman steps through a shattered dome window into the upper hive, backlit by green lightning and rising steam. Her multicolored hair fans out in a stiff chem-sculpted crest. Scarred cheeks and neon eye shadow draw focus beneath a visor pushed to her forehead. She carries a sawblade pistol low at her hip, her punk style belt covered in ampules and spent injector rigs. Graffiti marks her as a ghost of the Spire Drop Killers.